Odd familiarity

Sitting down at his workbench, he pulls out a large blank piece of paper. Glancing over it, "Hmm" he draws 2 circles before marking a plus sign down adding 2 more lines. They all come together.

In the middle, making an old carriage wheel, drawing 2 additional layers inside the outer wheel. He places orbs between the 2 wheels inside the larger 1 of the 3 rings forming the outer rim of it.

"Since it basically a wheel that uses Necrotic energies," he places a handle in the middle. The bottom being horizontal well; the top is vertical. Narrowing his eyes, he draws 4 skulls.

Facing outwards, on each cardinal direct rod the bar passing through the skulls mouths and attaching at the centre adding.

The teeth like blades to outer rim he Sharpened, it nodding he inscribes demonic Sigils into the blades.

As to make them never dull. He adds the characteristic of the owl spirit to the wheel.

Having spent well over 4 hours within designing the blueprint. "What to call this? " He peers over its design. "Mourning Echo, the skulls look like screaming damned. The Owl spirit will possess this, to make it autonomous."

He glances at the orbs within the wheel, guarded closely by force dispersion fibre. Pushing a finger over this, he focuses in on the necrotic energy within him. The orb flickers to life. Filling with a dark grey fog, thickening.

The orb's translucent appearance shifts to a storm of dark clouds, the skulls flying aimlessly within. Moving toward the next orb. Akiyama repeats the process for each or the dark clouds being the only similarity.

Each orb producing a different necromatic entity's appearance, finishing the final orb.

"So that what the weapon will look like. What material will it require, though? " He slides it off to the side.

"Let's see what kind of melee weapon do I want to use," he draws out a blunt, short staff.

Just long enough to be a cane. Drawing a straight circle drawing 2 sideways, he places them a quarter into the first 1.

Before placing 2 more horizontally. Nodding, he glances at the plain wooden base.

Inscribing patterns of cracking connected to a pentagram on the flat bottom of the staff.

Writing small runes, he inscribes different spells. Focusing on the circle's tops,

he inscribes half pentagrams of different colours on the horizontal circle.

Thee sideways 1 getting a full well, the central straight 1 gets a green 6 pointed pentagrams.

Finishing it, he glances outside, noticing the lack of daylight his deprivation catches up to him.

Getting up, he wobbles slightly. "Oof got up too fast" staring towards the door, he slowly approaches it.

Opening it, he shuts it after leaving, locking it with the key he created for it. Glancing down the empty hallway, he sighs.

"Glaze" he closes 1 eye. A flaming flare shooting down the hallway, lighting it in its entirety.

, he glances down it "no enemies", he glances at his workshop. Unlocking the door, he completely seals it into an isolation dimension before locking the door.

teleporting to the outside of his bedroom, he opens the door, Lythinma glancing at him with her claws drawn,

"What's going on? " Lythinma claws retract. "No idea. It's too quiet to be a palace."

"Even this late at night, the maids' and butlers' would be working. They do have night and day shifts."

Akiyama nods. "It doesn't seem like a viable threat to me, but it might be to you."

She smirks. "What you worried? " his eye shifts to a demonic red, a magic circle manifesting. Within his left eye.

A triangle appears connecting to 3 runes, the central fuse gaining handless blades piercing out into the outer iris.

The centre, a 5-pointed star overlapping with a larger upside down, 1 the runes indescribable

His right taking on an 8 pointed purple star surrounded by a runic magic circle appears, his iris taking a pale silver colour. He glances around.

Looking at Lythinma, he sees the life essence of 2 people and lines and dots of death.

Glancing out his Occult eye shatters something "illusions" he stamps his foot "Lythinma".

"Come here," she sighs. Getting up, she smuggles up in his arm, a translucent horn appearing over Akiyama's forehead.

A circuit of red runs down his left arm. Clamping his hand, an abnormal pulse resonates with the surroundings.

"Cabalist might be a tad bit broken," Lythinma smirks, walking out. His red eye shatters the illusions.

"So, where are we going?" he smiles. "The actual core of this graveyard". Teleporting with her, they appear in an area hidden under the basement.

A 32 sided orange core floating passively over heavily secured and entrenched magic circles

The innate diamond shaped centrepieces coded with thousands of runes.

"This is the graveyard core. " The runes cover the walls and everything else, multiple similar magic circles making up the room.

A man hurriedly looks around. "WHERE THE KING DAMMIT" the other shake their heads.

"No idea sir," Akiyama hugs Lythinma. "Stay here," he disappears, Lythinma sighing. The core forming the room into something more comfortable. "Wait, is it sentient?"

"[Negative, adapting to innate emotions]" her eyes widen in amazement. "Well, thank you," sitting down.

She enjoys it, constantly adapting, appearing in the hallway. He smiles Demonically. The circles appearing in either eye. "I do believe it's time to test these out. " He lifts his hand.

Crashing it through the air. A circle appearing on the ground bursting into flame. 5 demon hounds appear growling "search" the Speed off throughout the manner.

"I still need a Familiar." he sighs. String like patterns run down from the purple eye through the right. Leaking a deathly mist across it, clenching his fist tightly, a burst of souls occurs amalgamating.

They moan in agony, a spherical abomination running on hands and legs appears, a singular Massive eye in its centre.

Rapidly peering around it appendixes stretch "hunt" it dashes off. Akiyama Smiling.

"Powerful even with this basic stuff" toggling something. A horrid aura of ill omens forms around him.

Drawing both wrist blades and witch fire covers them, mixing with his acid ability.

Running his hand in the air, his fingertips leave a line of runic text too small for the eye to make out as anything more than a line

"Spherical defence manifest. "This is just a warm-up."